“Ms. Nancy, what do you think of my gloves? Do they look nice?”

“Yes, they are lovely!”

Sasha was carefully peeling off prawn shells with her head lowered. When her son asked for her opinion, she instinctively glanced at his little hands.

However, all it took was one glimpse to make her heart wrench in pain as she recalled the scene when she first stepped into the villa.

“This pair of gloves is from Ms. Xandra. She told me that she knitted it herself.” Upon hearing his mommy’s compliment, Matteo let her have a closer look at his gloves.

Sasha was at a loss for words.

She knitted the gloves by herself?

This pair of gloves doesn’t look hand-knitted at all. It is impossible for the stitches of hand-knitted gloves to be so perfect without any variances. Besides, instead of having the colorful crystals added to the gloves with separate stitches, a person who knows how to knit will use the same wool to combine all the crystals so that the stitches will appear nicer and more natural.

How can this pair of gloves be hand-knitted?

Sasha was pretty sure that Xandra did not knit the gloves herself, so she sneered, “Obviously, these gloves are not hand-knitted. The knot of hand-knitted gloves should not look like this.”

“Really?” The little boy raised his voice in confusion.

was blanketed with total silence

an eye, Xandra’s expression

can you say that the gloves are not hand-knitted? Sasha Wand, do you know how

question at once. For some unknown reason, he did not wish to see Sasha’s words

I do! I knit for…

tugged at her knitted top in front

room became

the show finally about

a glimpse of everyone in the dining room. The changes in their facial expressions were just like the four seasons. Seeing Xandra’s pale face, Sasha finally cheered up a little. She suddenly had the appetite to enjoy

gloves anymore. Daddy, Ms. Xandra did not knit the gloves by

also played his part well. Upon hearing his mommy’s words, he immediately removed the gloves from his little hands and tossed them

turned as pale

personally bought the wool and the colorful crystals, then asked someone to

you had the audacity to tell me that you knitted it yourself. You’re a liar! I won’t trust

He flung the cutlery in his hands to the ground and was

“Little Ian, don’t be angry. Since she doesn’t know how to knit, how

“Really?”

and looked at his mommy with

sight of his son’s pitiful expression, Sasha’s

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